I don’t want half of you.
I want more than a fraction.
I need to be in your dreams,
to swim through your stream
and drink the endless heavens
of your resplendence.

Sunshine whenever you turn my way.
gibberish rays coat my face.
you don't half chat some beautiful ****.
quotable, worrisome,  
but my perfect tremendously disastrous
friend.

It’s all smoke and mirrors
one-liner head spinners
it’s a good job I’m a thinker
so I could think better
than to waste my days
on a half-baked, head-**** love.
It could never be quite the same
as what I had in mind; just trust
that if you won’t pick me,
then I won't pick us

The glittering lights
Of the City below
Shimmer in the
Sunrise glow
As I perch on
My rocky throne
To admire them.
Neon snails slowly
Inch their way along
The distant highway.
Flocks of starlings
Spray themselves
Across the rosy sky
And I am content.
           LJM

For my moon,

I'm forever sorry that for you
Morning came to soon

Do you sit like fire before rain,
calmly in the wind crackling along,
with a vinyl static hiss?

THE HUNCH-BACK OF NOTRE DAME
All the people have one they love.
Why am l deprived and lonely?
They look at a girl and she smiles.
When l look, she has the giggles.

Are they sons of queens and nobles,
and l am the son of servants?
Even servants have their lovers,
or l would no be on the earth.

Lord, l heard that poor Lazarus
had his sorrows at that plush gate.
Have l got mine where no sweet girl
gives me greetings but for kindness?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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